#serana blackbrewer

[analyse-bloodwing]

A♥️ - Who was the first person your muse ever fell in love with? 3♥️ - How would your muse react to a confession of love? 4♥️ - What are your muse’s thoughts on starting/raising a family? J♥️ - Who does your muse consider their best friend?Q♥️ - Who is someone special that your muse always thinks about? 7♣️ - Has your muse ever felt “trapped”, either figuratively or literally? J♣️ - Who does your muse trust the most? 6♠️ - Does your muse believe in fate/destiny?

A♥️  - Serana Blackbrewer. At the beginning of their interactions, Serana and Analyse butted heads constantly but eventually, after a drunken dare, these two actually wound up together. They were actually together for almost two years, but two months before Analyse was captured, Serana went missing and was presumed dead. 

3♥️ - The usual way in which she reacts to them is by blushing incredibly hard, and usually she’ll stutter and stammer and then flee. Once she’s had time to think on it, she’ll either avoid the person or else she’ll actually seek them out and talk about it. Those have been her reactions in the past. Her most recent reaction, though, was to actually reciprocate it, but this has been a very recent development. 4♥️ - It’s something that Ana would like to do. Eventually. Considering her past where she’s miscarried a child already, it’s still a sore topic for her because it brings up a time of her life that she would rather forget. She’s always wanted to have kids and to be a part of an actual functioning family unit that isn’t twisted and weird like hers was, but, she doesn’t know if it’s something that will actually happen. J♥️ - Rositsa Li-Mei. This girl has been through a lot with Analyse over the past four years and because of it, they’ve become incredibly close. Ana is always there for her whenever she needs to vent her woes and she’s always there for Analyse whenever she is struggling with anything. 

Q♥️ - Sori’thas Bloodwing. Her partner in crime and literally the only person that kept her going for four months during her imprisonment. He’s her rock, her world, her tie to her sanity at the moment while she’s going through dealing with the trauma left over from being held captive. He’s also the person who has her heart and who she sees a future with, so, of course he’s always close in her thoughts. 

7♣️ - Yes. Figuratively when she was married to Lucius, she felt trapped the entire time. It was a loveless marriage done for the sake of a child that she wasn’t even sure she wanted with a man that she knew didn’t want her. Literally when she was captured by the Burning Legion. She spent most of that time believing that she was never going to see anyone that she loved and cared for ever again. 

J♣️ - This is actually pretty difficult to answer. There are three people that Analyse trusts equally but chances are if someone were to verbally ask her, she would say Sori’thas Bloodwing. He’s seen her at literally the worst moments of her life and after going through something like what they did together, there’s nothing that she hides from him. (Most of the time.) The only other people she probably trusts just as much are Ina’thia Dawnblade and Rositsa Li-Mei. 

6♠️ - Four years ago if someone had asked this, the answer would have been no. To a degree even now, it’s still no, but Analyse has come a long way from her pessimistic views on fates/destinies. Now a days, she tends to vary on how she’ll answer this. If something feels completely right, like this was where she was supposed to be along, the answer is a yes, but that’s an incredibly rare feeling for the woman to have. Most of the time, she’ll simply shrug and say that she hasn’t had quite enough proof of fate or destiny to answer it. AKA she’s still a bit pessimistic. 

[inathia]

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The Commander’s late night tour of the garrison took her to the tavern, where she couldn’t help but grin at one of the off-duty gatherings a few nights ago. She could picture Serana Blackbrewer at the end of the bar, with a blush on her face that extended all the way to the tips of her ears. 

Blackbrewer is a good kid. Tries to be tough and for all who don’t know any better, it’s a convincing show. That foul mouth of hers is compensating for something, and I almost wonder if she’s not ready for what’s to come in Talador and beyond. I’ve half a mind to send her home, but if I do, then she wouldn’t truly be tested. I hope she can handle a real war.

[blackbrewerlibrary]

Sisters

Serana Blackbrewer, Knight of Quel'thelas slowly crawled up the edge of the embankment and peered over. While stealth wasn't normally her preference, this deep in Troll territory, her and her ranger partner couldn't afford to drawn any undue attention, especially considering she had been forced to abandon her armor long ago.

Now peering down onto the path below, she wished she hadn't. For there he stood, the chieftain of the local Troll tribe, her armor looking child-sized in his huge hand. He peered around, elegant eyebrows wrinkled in confusion.

Serana's anger boiled though at what the chieftain wore. The elvish-made clothes showed that this scum wasn't afraid to take from her people. But with the target of her patrol in reach, she new that it was time to avenge whatever poor traveler he has doubtlessly murdered, eaten, and stolen the clothes from.

On the other side of the ravine, a bush shifted slightly before a pair of bright blue eyes flicked open near ground level. Serana's heart swelled with pride at her partner's skill at camouflage. After a few moments of silent communication, the brave ranger nodded slowly. She would follow the knight's lead.

Taking a deep breath, Serana stood from her hiding place and charged down the embankment with a cry "For Quel'thalas! For the King!" As the shocked troll whirled around, blue eyes wide in shock, Rana raised her weapon weapon back before swinging it with all her might at the monster's exposed side. The monster's shocked expression finally changed to amusement as the weapon didn't even break the skin. Serana cursed. The troll must have some kind of magical shield!

The troll opened its mouth, no doubt to taunt her, but whatever he had been about to say was inturrupted by the ranger jumping from the embankment onto his back with a wordless cry. Her mud covered hands quickly found purchase grabbing the troll's long ears and tugging them. As he reached up trying to dislodge his passenger, Rana renewed her assault on the troll's leg, swinging her tree branch at his legs as hard as she could. On his back, her sister Silia continued to tug his ears and hair. "Surrender to the might of Silvermoon, troll, and your life may be spared!"

The 'troll', their father Myrnilf, let out a laugh as he pulled Silia loose. "Surrender, little elfling? Not when I still have the darkest of voodoo powers at my disposal. Prepare for the Hex of...the TICKLE!" he said before beginning to tickle the squealing Silia's sides mercilessly. "Teeeheeheee, Ann'da, stop stop I'm dead." As her father stopped, she flopped back bonelessly on the ground, tongue sticking out one side of her mouth to emphasize just how completely dead she was.

Serana let out a gasp. "You monster. I will avenge her!" As she prepared to begin said vengeance, a sound pierced the woods, causing the two of them to freeze in terror and Silia's eyes to shoot open.

"Myrn?" the voice came. "Darling, did you find them? You need to leave in the next few minutes if you're going to make it to the party on time."

"Oh, fel." muttered Myrnilf. Rana's hand reflexively swatted him in the head. "Language, Ann'da." He looked at her incredulously. "Who's the parent here, you or- You know, we don't have time for this." His face turned serious. "You two run and sneak around behind the brewery and go into the house by the back door. Change as fast as you can." He looked where his wife's footsteps grew closer. "Go. I'll hold off the troll witch doctor as long as I can. And girls?" THey both looked up at him. Cute faces that were so much their mother's looked up with mischievous grins that were more his. "I love you both, so much. Now go. Leave me to my fate." he said with a grin.

Rana helped Silia to her feet. They both gave solomn salutes to his sacrifice before tearing off down the path, hushed giggles trailing behind them. Myrn watched his two little girls go fondly before plastering a furious look on his face just as his wife turned the corner. Her eyes grew wide as she took in the sight of his filthy mud splattered party clothes. "Darling, you wouldn't believe this hawkstrider that just rode past, right through the mud. I tried to avoid it, of course, but I..."

Silia let out a breathless laugh as she ran after her sister. "Rana, wait up! Rana!"

((Little backstory for Serana and Silia. Originally this was the first half of a two-part story, here it instantly flash-forwards to the Scourge invasion when Myrn and Silia died. However, I can't get that second half to come out well right now, and the way it's going, I don't think it would transition as smoothly as I planned. So it'll just be completely seperate.))

[analyse-bloodwing]

Tears stained the pages as she stared down at them, regret and guilt flickering across her features and tugging the corners of her lips down. The passionate glow of her eyes had dulled as the dead orbs ran across the words that she had penned. There were two letters in hand, both very different than the other, but holding the same contents.  To Ina’thia Dawnblade, 

I was blessed when I became your student. You’ve been there for me through some of the worst things I’ve gone through, and you’ve helped me understand so much. I actually became a worthy soldier beneath you, and you helped me become so much more of a person. Which is why this is really hard to say. 

I’m going to have to step down from being active on the Frontlines. I’ve already been less active than I would have liked, but my mom’s health is getting worse. We can’t afford the full-time healthcare she needs, and with me being a mender... it makes full sense for me to take care of her until she passes or until she doesn’t need someone to take care of her. 

I’ll still be available over the communicator. I’m just going back to Silvermoon City, and you can reach me whenever you like. I just can’t... I can’t stand with the Guard on the frontlines. I don’t have the time, and I don’t have the will to when my mom could be dying without me helping her. 

Thank you for everything. 

- Analyse Emberbloom

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Serana, 

Y’know, you’ve taught me a lot. About what it’s like to actually be honestly cared for by someone, what it feels like to sleep next to someone who makes your heart beat that much faster. I wish we could have had more time. Wait, let me rephrase that, I wish I was going to get to see you more often than I have been, but things just aren’t looking that way. 

I’m taking a leave from the Guard. My mom’s health is worsening, and she needs full-time care that we, honestly, can’t afford. I’ve already lost one parent, and I don’t think I could handle losing another right now. 

I’ll be in Silvermoon, and I’ll still be reachable. I just won’t be on the Frontlines, and I won’t be at the Garrison anymore. It hurts, y’know? A lot. We hardly ever speak right now as is with me going back and forth, only seeing each other when we’re going to bed, and just... busy with life. I don’t want to say good-bye, I refuse to. I honestly think this could work. There’s a big part of me that believes that, and I refuse to end whatever it is we have, unless you decide to. 

So I guess, I’m trying to say... I’ll see you later, okay? 

All of my warmth, 

Ana

[blackbrewerlibrary]

Djemberbloom Unchained

Analyse Emberbloom hung limply from the manacles that held her against the stone wall. Days in this same position had finally fatigued her limbs to the point she could no longer hold herself up. While her body may have given out, her mind had no such respite. Somewhere in the coctail of drugs the orcs had been forcing into her was something that kept her even from the sweet oblivion of unconsciousness. In front of her, Commander Dawnblade snapped her fingers, drawing Ana’s wandering gaze back to the burning yellow eyes of her superior. Ina’thia glared at Ana. “I am...disappointed, Knight...no, you’re no longer worthy of the title. Miss Emberbloom. I understood that you were not privy to the details of the conspiracy to attack the Warchief, and that you believed you were doing what you believed best for the people of Silvermoon, but you have no excuse now.” She crouched in front of the imprisoned paladin. Her armor clinking as she leaned in close. “Tell me where the traitorous Phoenix Guard is hiding, and I will do my best to have you released and pardoned.” Ana’s head shook jerkily, and struggled to speak through the drugs’ effects. “Nuh...uh….Never gonna...give...you up.” she choked out. Ina’thia’s yellow eyes flashed with a fury that she quickly hid, a pitying look overtaking her features. “Ana my dear, I’m fine, I escaped those traitors. You’re not betraying anyone but those that conspired to kill the Warchief and myself, and tragically succeeded in killing Captain Ronaestrider as he bought time for me to escape. Help me find them. You do want to avenge Ruthar, don’t you? Didn’t you care about him at all?” A loud hacking laugh startled Ana out of her amusement before she realized it was just her. “You messed up….the eye.” she ground out, managing a grin at the false Commander before her attention wandered to the shadows cast by the lone flickering torch that struggled to illuminate the small cell. The imposter, who had frozen at her laugh, watched Ana take in the shadows that at times seemed to form the monstrous beasts and hideous creatures that haunted children’s nightmares. “Does that darkness...frighten you, Knight Emberbloom?” it said coldly, but not with the usual coldness that the real Commander could occasionally muster. It was something much more...malicious. The creatures darted up and down the walls, silently circling the pair. A long tendril, the arm of a terror whose name the world had long forgotten, slithered along the wall behind the standing elf. “Does it terrify you because in that darkness, anything could hide?” A feral grin spread across the thing’s face, revealing pointed, tusk-like teeth.”And out of that darkness, where monsters wait, they could strike at any time, when you least ex-” The tendril shot out from the wall, piercing the skull of other elf. Whatever it had been about to say turned into a screeching wail that made Ana’s ears wilt. More shadowy tendrils lashed out from the walls, their whiplike strikes leaving long gaping tears in the armor and flesh of the thing. Rather than blood and viscera, the slashes left long trails of rough green that spread slowly across the things body, revealing an orc in dark robes whose tortured elvish scream twisted into a gutteral roar of pain and rage. Sharp nailed hands left deep bloody gashes in his face as he scratched futily at his skin. His hands shot down to the battle axe that Analyse now noticed leaning against the wall. “Get...out..,” the orc growled, “of my HEAD!” With a cry, the orc brought the axe around in a wide sweep through his own neck. The tendrils snapped back to the walls where they disappeared into the normal shadows, and the puppet, its strings now cut, collapsed to the floor. However, Ana only had eyes for the decapitated head that slowly rolled to a stop at her feet. She stared wide-eyed as the orc’s hateful yellow eyes glared back at her. A thin black fluid slowly began to run from the orc’s nose and ears. Where it dripped onto the stone floor, it sizzled and burned leaving small depressions. Multiple sets of footsteps, or perhaps a single Centaur, sounded outside the room, drawing Ana’s attention to the door that creaked open. Curiously, it was a Forsaken in heavy plate that stepped into the room, a wickedly curved blade in each hand. With a dismissive glance at the steaming corpse of the orc, he called back in the gutteral dialect of Common that the Forsaken favored. Ana had to give her subconscious credit, as far as hallucinations went, she wasn’t expecting a white robed man to float in with Serana Blackbrewer following closely behind. Serana eyed the corpse. “Mind control, Hade? How uncreative.” she said scathingly. “I can’t in good conscience take credit for another’s work, Blackbriar.” the robed man, Hade, responded in a richly cultured voice. His Thalassian only had the barest hint of a Lordaeron accent. “I was simply flaying his mind to ribbons when he decided the best way to remove my influence was to remove his own head. Unorthodox, but undeniably effective.” he deadpanned. Hade, a ghost Ana decided, floated closer, tilting the wide brim of his hat back to peer at her with the most startling white glowing eyes. They silently gazed at one another before Ana had to blink because it itched behind her eyes. The ghost turned back to Serana who still sat frozen in the doorway. “She’s under the influence of six potions and several days of sleep deprivation. She believes us to be hallucinations. However, none of the potions react to being cleansed, so you should be able to do a rapid purge to get her moveable.” he explained. When she didn’t react, his eyes wrinkled a bit, perhaps he smiled beneath his mask. “Of course, that is if you’re quite done ogling our naked friend.” Ana noted the curious red flush that appeared on Rana’s cheeks before glancing around the room for the naked friend they spoke of. He must be quite handsome to elicit that response from the normally unflappable paladin. Perhaps Ruthar was here somewhere? She looked up in interest as Serana muttered something in Gutterspeak before stepping forward and summoning a cleansing light in her hands. Ana followed Serana’s gaze to where the stared pointedly at the floor. Maybe she was cleansing that disgusting slime that had leaked from the orc’s nose? Ana started as the cleansing magic poured through her veins, a flash of fire burning through her body. With a retch, Ana spewed out a sticky gray mess toward Serana who only just managed to step back out of the way. With newfound clarity and energy, Ana blinked up at her rescuers owlishly. Serana however, wasted no time now, reaching up to unlock the manacles that held the other elf up. As they released, Ana collapsed against Serana who caught her and carefully lifted her into a bridal carry. As they stepped out into the hallway, Analyse saw there were several more of the Forsaken standing guard. At some unspoken signal they all began to file down the hallway. Ana stared up at Serana with wide eyes before reaching up with a single finger to poke her in the face. To her credit, Rana only raised a single eyebrow. “May I help you?” Ana shrewdly examined her finger as well as Rana’s face before slowly poking her again. “You’re not a hallucination.” she accused. Serana’s eyes softened. “No, Emberbloom, we’re actually busting you out this time. I’m sorry it took so long to track you down.” she added guiltily. Ana nodded absently before her gaze fell on the tabard one of their escorts wore. “Is that a raven or a phoenix” she asked, pointing. The Forsaken grinned, displaying yellow teeth. “Yes.” he said. Ana nodded. “Oh oka- Wait. Which is it?” “It is both, Knight Emberbloom.” Hade spoke from farther back. She peeked up over Serana’s plate pauldron to see the ghost floating along behind them. As they weaved through the hallway, his eyes were closed, but he unerringly avoided every obstacle. Floating helped, she thought, watching as his robes fluttered strangely around his legs.. “The insignia of the Tranquillien 11th Reconnaissance Division is a fusion of the two, displaying the cooperation of our two races.” Ana noticed for the first time the pair of elves that stood in the midst of the others, the same insignia on their chests. The Forsaken she had first questioned pulled his tabard taut over his bony ribcage, displaying clearly the hybrid bird. “Blood Ravens” he said proudly. Ana nodded absently, already losing interest as her attention wandered. Behind them, Hade spoke again. “Blackbriar, your comrades will be overrun in 46 seconds. Iron reinforcements are coming from the deeper levels.” Serana swore in what sounded like dwarvish. “Tell them to re-” “-treat?” Hade inturrupted. “They’re already moving. At this pace we will escape and they will be seconds behind us. That said, I think we could stand to speed up. Ravens, double time.” As the Ravens broke into a run, Serana adjusted her more into a fireman’s carry and began to run. From her new, admittedly bouncier position, Ana watched as Hade’s gliding form sped up. The faster movement caused his lower robes to blow backwards. “You’ve got no legs!” she cried in shock. Between the brim of his hat and the top of his mask, his glowing white eyes flicked open. A single dark eyebrow arched. “And you’ve got no manners.” he said. Ana’s nose scrunched up as she tried to focus her scattered will through her exhaustion and the residual effects of the potions in her system. A faint glow appeared in her hand as she stretched out toward him. “I can….heal it.” she said. The irritated slant of Hade’s eyes softened. “Child, there’s no amount of holy energy that could bring back my legs. And I compensate just fine, I think. But...thank you.” As Ana unhappily let the holy energy dissipate, their group exploded out into the sunlight. Ana blinked as her eyes saw sunlight for the first time in...a long time. ,Forsaken and Elves bustled about the exit of what Ana now saw was a cave system. Hade was snapping orders in Gutterspeak, causing several of the idle Ravens to run over to a meat wagon which they pointed toward the cave’s entrance. In a clatter of steel and running feet, a dozen armored figures including what Ana suspected was the real Commander Dawnblade came charging out of the cave. At Ina’thia’s cry of “Drop!” all of the elves hit the ground, and the prepared meatwagon fired a canister through the entrance, followed by a flash of green light, and screaming from within the caves as the entrance collapsed.. The paladins pulled eachother to their feet and dusted themselves off, aside from the Commander who was trying to remove Knight Sunfall from where he had been partially buried in the collapsing rubble. His angry shouting and gesticulating made Ana suspect he was probably not significantly injured. She turned instead to where Serana was carrying her to a small group of trees with tents set up around them. She recognised several of the rangers of the Phoenix Guard around the small camp. With excitement, she saw her favorite elf approaching them. “Rooty!” she cried, “I’m back!” Ruthar blinked. “She’s on drugs and sleep deprived.” Serana explained. Ruthar nodded slowly. Ana however eyed him suspiciously. “Ruthar, are you naked under that armor?” Ruthar blinked. “...Why?” he asked as if dreading the answer. Ana stared suspiciously around her as some of the other rangers approached. “Someone here is naked. The ghost said so. And it’s not you.” She turned from Ruthar and tapped Serana’s breastplate. “It’s not Rana.” She looked down at her own body. “And it’s not m- Wait, why am I naked?” ((AU prompt where Serana finds Analyse chained up. Hadrian kinda just ended up writing himself in like the bad muse he is.)) analyse-emberbloom ronaestrider inathia

[blackbrewerlibrary]

Serana at tonight’s event.

[inathia]

Slurred words for Serana!

"Blackbrewer… now that’s a weird kid. Just. Weird," Ina’thia stammers, shaking her head as she recalls events of the earlier part of the evening, "Don’t know her very well, but she’s got a mouth on her and that’s going to get her in trouble." 

Ina’thia silently balls her right hand into a fist, and gently taps it against her open right palm. Oh yeah, someone’s cruisin’. For a bruisin’.